Read Novel Full Chapter 535: Massacre
Chapter 535: Massacre
In the dead of night, Xun Wei and her team arrived before a fortified city. Tall stone walls loomed in silence, lanterns flickering faintly along the battlements.
Above the gate, a single plaque hung.
[ Song Clan ]
The guards stiffened the instant they saw the approaching figures.
“You there—state your name and—”
The words died in the man’s throat.
The crests stitched onto their robes were unmistakable.
Li Clan.
Hostile.
“H–Halt!” one guard barked, though his voice trembled as spears were raised in shaking hands.
Xun Wei continued forward without slowing.
Her gray eyes were visible now—flat, sharp, reflecting the moonlight like cold steel. There was no rage in them. No excitement. Only intent. The kind that had already decided how this would end.
She unsheathed her sword slowly, deliberately, the blade angled down at her side. With a slight twist of her wrist, the steel caught the moon’s light and flared brilliantly.
The guards flinched.
For less than a heartbeat, they were blinded.
When their vision returned, Xun Wei was already between them.
They didn’t scream.
They didn’t even move.
Fear had robbed them of both.
Blood sprayed into the air, warm and sudden. Bodies collapsed one after another, lifeless before they hit the ground. No one saw the sword move. Not a single drop of blood touched her robes.
Xun Wei stood untouched, her blade already clean, as if the deaths had never happened at all.
The city beyond lay quiet.
Most of the fighting-age men were gone—sent to the front lines. Left behind were women, children, the elderly… and a handful of guards who would never realize their mistake.
Entering the city was effortless.
Anyone who appeared in their path died the moment they did.
—
Far away, back at Li Huxin’s abandoned camp, a shadow stirred.
Xun Wei’s clone emerged silently behind Xiao Fang.
“We’re in position,” the clone said.
Xiao Fang didn’t turn. He gave a single nod.
“Do it.”
—
Within the city, Xun Wei turned slightly toward her team.
Her gray eyes swept over them—calm, merciless, absolute.
“No survivors,” she said quietly.
In the next instant, they vanished.
What followed was a night without screams.
Without alarms.
Without mercy.
Only the soft sound of steel—and the steady rhythm of death.
—
Back at the abandoned camp, Xiao Fang stood at the center of the assembled forces, the night wind tugging at his robes and the blindfold resting loose against his forehead. The army was ready—quiet, disciplined, waiting on a single word.
He had expected this, but there were certain things he didn’t expect.
From all of Li Huxin’s children, only Li Lian should have remained. She always chose the hardest path and always wanted to fight alongside him. Yet as his gaze swept the front ranks, he paused.
There was one more.
Li Lian stepped half a pace forward and gestured to the young man standing beside her. His posture was straight, his eyes steady despite the pressure rolling off Xiao Fang like a tide.
“This is my half-brother, Li Ping,” she said. “He chose to stay.”
Xiao Fang didn’t need the introduction.
Li Ping—the youngest of Li Huxin’s legitimate children, but the same age as Li Lian. The least talented by cultivation standards, yet the most relentless. Where others hesitated during the last battle, he stepped forward. Where others weighed risks, he acted. Despite possessing only Core Realm battle power, he had never once turned away from a difficult fight.
Their eyes met.
“I want to fight,” Li Ping said simply.
There was no bravado in his voice. No plea. Just resolve.
For a brief moment, Xiao Fang studied him—then nodded.
“Good.”
He turned to the army, his voice carrying cleanly through the camp.
“We march.”
The words fell like a verdict.
The soldiers moved at once, formations tightening as they flowed out of the camp and into the darkness. No cheers. No chants. This was not a charge—it was an execution in motion.
As they advanced, Xiao Fang spoke quietly to Li Ping, his tone calm, measured.
“The Song Clan believes they’ve seen our limits,” he said. “They think we’re retreating. They think tonight belongs to them.”
Li Ping listened intently.
“But they have weaknesses too. Like us, they can bleed,” Xiao Fang continued. “Xun Wei is cutting out their hearts as we speak. When the time is right, Li Lian will take their limbs, and I’ll break their spine.”
Li Ping’s breath steadied. Truthfully, he couldn’t understand what Xiao Fang was talking about, but he continued to listen.
“And that’s where you come in,” Xiao Fang said.
Li Ping’s chest tightened in anticipation.
“What would you like me to do?”
“You’ll lead this army in my place. Once their heart, spine, and limbs have been severed, their necks will be vulnerable. When that moment comes, you’ll strike where they least expect it.”
Li Ping vaguely understood what Xiao Fang was saying so he nodded without much thought.
“Wait, what do you mean I’ll be taking over the army in your place? Will you not be leading us?”
Li Lian was also curious, since a large part of Xiao Fang’s plan revolved around leading an army, even if it was a small one.
Xiao Fang smiled just a bit.
The truth was, he didn’t expect anyone else to help, but since Li Ping was here, he could delegate that responsibility to him while he focused on other things.
“Come, there’s more to discuss.”
Xiao Fang weaved a few hand signs, then with a flick of his sleeve, created a formation.
[ Sky Pavilion ]
The army advancing below watched in awe as Xiao Fang, Li Lian, and Li Ping shot upward, piercing through the clouds in a single motion.
High above the battlefield, the world stretched out beneath them. From this vantage point, the land itself became a living map—forests, roads, camps, and hidden movements revealed far more clearly than any table-bound diagram ever could.
Li Ping fell back.
“We’re… flying.”
Li Lian and Xiao Fang looked at each other amused.
“I think I’m going to be sick.”
Xun Wei on the other hand was merely in clone form so she wasn’t disturbed by the height, but she sympathized with Li Ping because she knew how felt.
Walking to the edge of the pavilion, Xiao Fang looked down through the shifting clouds and Xun Wei followed.
“The Song military headquarters is concealed within those forests,” Xun Wei said, pointing toward a distant stretch of dark canopy. “They’re mobilizing as we speak. If they move, they’ll likely take this route.”
She traced a faint line through the terrain with her finger.
Xiao Fang nodded in agreement.
“And your mission, is it done?” Xiao Fang asked.
“Nearly complete,” Xun Wei answered. “Word of it will reach their headquarters within the hour.”
Xiao Fang’s gaze sharpened. “Then our window is narrow. The sooner we move into position, the fewer variables we’ll face.”
Li Ping hesitated before speaking. “Um… I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
Xiao Fang didn’t look at him as he answered.
“Come, look. As we know, they’ll mobilize multiple teams,” he said calmly. “We can’t engage them directly. Together, they outnumber us a thousand to one.”
Li Ping listened closely.
“So we have to wait till they are divided,” Xiao Fang continued. “We’ll identify the weakest force and destroy it completely. Even a small loss will send them into a frenzy and shatter their morale. Confusion breeds mistakes—and we’ll exploit every one of them.”
Understanding dawned in Li Ping’s eyes.
Xiao Fang pointed toward a narrow ridge overlooking a crossroads below. “That position there is ideal. You’ll take our men there and wait.”
“Wait for what?” Li Ping asked.
“Look to the sky,” Xiao Fang replied. “When you see my spear that will be your signal.”
“Your… spear?” Li Ping echoed, confused—but resolute. “Understood.”
Xiao Fang nodded once.
The plan was simple in structure—but war was never predictable. Understanding your enemy was vital, but if the Chaos sect was behind it, then they would be anything but predictable.
Meanwhile, within the Song Clan’s city…
In only a few short hours, it had become a graveyard. It was a massacre.
Xun Wei stood amid the carnage, blood soaking her robes, her sword slipping from numb fingers as her chest rose and fell heavily. The streets were silent now—too silent.
“Father,” she whispered toward the sky, voice trembling but resolute, “I’ve done it. This… is justice.”
Suddenly—
Quick footsteps.
Too fast.
Her swordsman’s instincts screamed, but the figure was simply too fast.
Xun Wei barely had time to turn before something struck her hard across the chest. She was hurled through walls and rooftops, crashing through several homes before slamming into a stone interior.
The impact shattered several of her bones, and nearly knocked her out.
Blood streamed from deep claw marks across her chest.
She coughed violently and forced herself upright, back pressed against a shattered wall.
To her side, a mother and young child huddled together, frozen in terror as they stared at the bloodied woman who had crashed into their home. Had it not been for the sudden attacker, Xun Wei would have killed them without hesitation.
But now—
Her attention snapped back.
Something about them felt wrong.
Their eyes—especially the mother’s—were grey just like her own.
“Who—” Xun Wei began.
She never finished the question, because once again her swordsman’s instincts screamed in alarm.
The attacker was upon her once again, and already within striking distance.
‘Shit!’ Xun Wei cursed inwardly.
Thank you for all the support!
If you’d like to help me pursue writing full-time, please visit my Patreon:
patreon.com/Ra_NSA
—
—
—
Thank you for all the support!
If you’d like to help me pursue writing full-time, please visit my Patreon:
patreon.com/Ra_NSA